The girl, Darius’s seven-year-old daughter Hope, didn’t flinch. She stood in the aisle, soaking wet from the rain, holding a muddy shoebox tight against her chest. “You heard me,” she said, her voice shaking but clear. “I know why you really sit in that chair.” The bailiff reached for her arm, but the Judge suddenly raised a hand.
“Wait.” His …
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